tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10978011239959879402018-03-06T23:23:52.015+00:00SamsonMargaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-64963080196320419892012-10-07T12:37:00.003+01:002012-10-07T12:37:47.265+01:00Samson a much loved family member 1994- 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Samson spent his last morning in the kitchen getting in the way as the harvest loaf was being made. We trod on his tail several times, and he got covered in &nbsp;flour. At one point he tried to get upon to the table and see what there was to eat. He died peacefully on Saturday Evening, a much loved member of the family.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4qC3Lh3WgE/UHFpSBr6GZI/AAAAAAAAKig/AfTPL2bnaRk/s1600/Harvest+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="232" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4qC3Lh3WgE/UHFpSBr6GZI/AAAAAAAAKig/AfTPL2bnaRk/s320/Harvest+008.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Samson is under the table out of picture, BUT VERY MUCH THERE</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-39242889291785803262012-09-16T19:43:00.000+01:002012-09-16T19:56:43.429+01:00The praise is going nicely to my head<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWzQfHzMJrw/UFYWgJ3O8KI/AAAAAAAAKVQ/wG2Fp7IEGgg/s1600/047965-FC222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWzQfHzMJrw/UFYWgJ3O8KI/AAAAAAAAKVQ/wG2Fp7IEGgg/s320/047965-FC222.jpg" width="131" /></a>Everywhere SHE goes, in certain circles, people tell HER how much they like this, &nbsp;my blog. &nbsp;Most read it in its paper form I suspect ,in that famous publication<b> <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/edit?id=1yf89kBAIP-HAG3nAACy2Nb68ELFFkwqq7TdR5sJBF6s&amp;pli=1">The Filey Envoy</a>.&nbsp;</b></div><span style="text-align: justify;">I think I might be in contention with Hilary Mantel. HE has read 'Bring up the bodies' , and says its very good. SHE wont read anything HE suggests. SHE doesn't do History except Prehistory, and especially doesn't do anything to do with the Tudors. SHE has had 40 years of HIM doing the Tudors, and says if SHE sees another codpiece or picture of &nbsp;Hever Castle she will start watching Eastenders and Coronation Street. If I do win a Literary Prize SHE will be able to get an ipad, whatever that is.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I am really going to try and get a prize for HER. I do appreciate that my fame is spreading further the Filey Pets and Gardens, and <a href="http://www.fileyvets.co.uk/">Filey Veterinary Practice</a>, both of whom are allowed to carry the Samson Coat of Arms above their doors, <i>By Appointment to etc.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am going to have to deal with FAME before the paparazzi find me sunbathing next to the manhole cover. I must learn some modesty and make sure that I don't say anything which may be taken out of context, or anything &nbsp;else mentioned in James 3. I do want my reputation to remain that of a popular but perfect puss.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQubE-d3crs/UFYgg0qQ-NI/AAAAAAAAKVk/e2i2DEUnZ9E/s1600/River+trip+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQubE-d3crs/UFYgg0qQ-NI/AAAAAAAAKVk/e2i2DEUnZ9E/s320/River+trip+012.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You shouldn't have seen this one!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-41020908564983809552012-08-22T22:53:00.000+01:002012-08-23T13:06:59.028+01:00The need for repentance..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-UPGJr3ygA/UDVL3b4r96I/AAAAAAAAKDY/BehI2JZJBK4/s1600/Boys+August+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-UPGJr3ygA/UDVL3b4r96I/AAAAAAAAKDY/BehI2JZJBK4/s320/Boys+August+038.jpg" width="179" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">THEY are keen on the word REPENTANCE. I listen to THEIR conversation sometimes on Wednesday evenings. I do know it is an inclusive group, I know that Rev Liz Kitching is blessing pets at Cloughton, but I still feel an outsider in my own home sometimes. There's just too much talk and not enough <i>out in the world doing stuff</i>. I've heard THEM say that too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am using a small r in my title. I dont feel the need for the BIG R.What I have done doesn't make me a bad cat. After all , I've lived a good life and not hurt anybody much. Lots of cats are much worse than me, scratching things and leaving a mess and getting up to no good at the dead of night.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">BUT I feel tonight I had better just apologise for a few things, just because I am a well mannered feline, and need feeding every day , and a place to lay my head.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><ul><li>I have erred and strayed- only into the shower room , but (let the reader understand) its is out of bounds in the interest of Health and Safety</li><li>I have eaten all the bread put out for the sparrows, and the stale butterfly buns left over from an OCCASION</li><li>I have misled you all with the business of the BLUE FLAG. Sorry we have not got one anymore. It was taken away from us 10 days ago, and it WAS NOT MY FAULT. I did not pee in the sea and our drains all go down the right pipes- THE VERY IDEA</li><li>I have done a few more things I ought not to have done, and the burden of them is a bit intolerable, but only a bit.&nbsp;</li></ul><div>So you can see the that a small r is quite ok. And I am sorry. I am working up to the big R, but am going to have to listen in to a few more Wednesday nights, read a bit more Corrie ten Boom and listen out for the PNEUMA*&nbsp; whatever that is !<br /><br />* I am not a Hebrew Scholar, but can look up Greek in &nbsp;my Teach Yourself Greek Book, Ruarch is the Hebrew word. I don't mind which comes to me first.Actually SHE likes 'The Shack' , it explains Holy Spirit quite well.&nbsp;</div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-31640782016871823332012-08-04T11:12:00.000+01:002012-08-04T11:12:47.943+01:00My Triathlon<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-neUTnYMjVmA/UBz07nE6MtI/AAAAAAAAJ1g/goB1oj0hUwo/s1600/Aug+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-neUTnYMjVmA/UBz07nE6MtI/AAAAAAAAJ1g/goB1oj0hUwo/s320/Aug+065.JPG" width="258" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I didn't quite swim, but I got interested in the concept by &nbsp;looking at the sea from the Cottage. I know we have a blue flag here, I know the sea is visible from my front door, but I cant get over the idea of the indignity of it. The nearest lake for freshwater swimming is the Boating Lake, not quite the Serpentine but certainly the Filey Equivalent. No, I wont find my way there.I haven't got an entourage, just HIM and HER and they are more interested in sitting at their Beach Hut watching their grandchildren on the beach. After all , it is their 40th WA and&nbsp;<span style="color: yellow;"><a href="http://thebigforestuk.wordpress.com/">&nbsp;The Big Forest</a> </span>have immortalized me in felt.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tIjwecANnrk/UBz1R3EMlkI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/ciUyX6ObuUs/s1600/July+Late+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tIjwecANnrk/UBz1R3EMlkI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/ciUyX6ObuUs/s200/July+Late+029.jpg" width="112" /></a>Poor me, my training on the road with wheels has been all in my mind too. I have been to Cayton Carr so many times in the last months, but only on wheels propelled &nbsp;by internal combustion, not energy from Jelly Whiskas.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The running , well that is where I have triumphed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I managed to get out of the front door yesterday.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp;I did a few circuits of the footpaths, ran along the ravine, and then had a long rest in the undergrowth for 2 hours, I am old you understand . and not on anything. I could hear THEM calling my name. I could hear neighbours of THEM calling my name, &nbsp;but I was enjoying the moment, my uniathlon success.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-40721769253006202542012-07-07T19:55:00.000+01:002012-07-08T19:33:09.435+01:0050 shades of..<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsFgSMBi4Lo/T_iD5-MB00I/AAAAAAAAJtc/CTJbQygVfN8/s1600/140.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsFgSMBi4Lo/T_iD5-MB00I/AAAAAAAAJtc/CTJbQygVfN8/s1600/140.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Just as <a href="http://nickbaines.wordpress.com/">Nick Baines</a> has been standing outside East Croydon Station for 4 years I have been sitting by a footstool in the cottage for over 4 weeks.<br /><br />Time has not stood still really for me, its just that for HER days have gone by before she has had time to look at Google reader let alone be my amanuensis.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have been in and out of Cayton Carr for the last couple of months whilst SHE goes with HIM to carry out family business . They do not confide in me but I have over heard the words Nursing Home, Estate Agents and Hearing Aid Batteries. I do not need any of those things , neither does HE. SHE needs Hearing Batteries,I have heard her say a Day in Bed with a book would be nice and meals on a tray, But I don't think SHE is ready to pay a £1000 a week for the privilege, and I know she doesn't want to read 50 shades of Grey, after all ,she has not got over The Lonely Shore by Anna Weale yet.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am ok Thank very much.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have been to the Lady in Green for my injection, but now she is a Lady in Pink. I have wandered a little into the alley at the side of the cottage, but wasn't keen.I have also been allowed out of the front of the cottage to the corner, but the path is strewn with dubious dogends . Vet lady thinks I am more than 17 human years old, and my scraggy thinness is perfectly acceptable for a venerable feline.<span style="background-color: white;">&nbsp;</span>I will keep u posted . <br /><br /><b>Just wanted u to know I am not dead</b>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-81257246276271647762012-04-25T18:39:00.000+01:002012-04-25T18:39:07.320+01:00Is ok! OUR first night in CottageI quite like it. It smells of home anyway.<br />I was taken from Kiaora this morning to the Vet Lady (who I adore). She gave me something to calm me and then got her assistant to take out all my tangles on my tum with scissors. I had my teeth done too. I had had nothing to eat so was quite famished when I got to the cottage. SHE had to go and get me the prescribed Chicken . Thank God HE didnt really hear vet lady say <i>give him some scrambled egg </i>but only<i> the or chicken bit. </i>It was pouring with rain but still SHE went in search of a cooked Chicken, SPAR no,Butchers1 no,Butchers 2 no, so SHE had to go to T...... Never mind your Principles say I , It was DELICIOUS.<br />Ive had a good smell round the cottage. There are plenty of hiding places for me. I've already hidden under the desk, and in the shower room. I can see out of the new cat flap on to the yard. I think I'll manage, I heard THEM say that when I can go out THEY might just cut a flap out of the back gate so I can go into the wilds of the Ravine.<br />SHE is just getting the snacks ready for HOMEGROUP tonight, &nbsp;Healthy ones of course, pineapple and grapes and stuff, and whilst HE is going upstairs to get something I am going to sneak up and see what its like in the rest of my NEW HOME.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g84gAwOtml4/T5g2J3XT_CI/AAAAAAAAJDw/djAqyq9WSE8/s1600/april+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g84gAwOtml4/T5g2J3XT_CI/AAAAAAAAJDw/djAqyq9WSE8/s320/april+009.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-47653822379115697762012-04-12T10:50:00.000+01:002012-04-12T20:19:46.938+01:00Not dementia but downsizing<div style="text-align: justify;">You will have heard of not <i>waving but drowning.</i>&nbsp;**I am doing<i> not dementia but downsizing . </i>It too involves the presence of onlookers who can do absolutely nothing. I am an old cat now, 16 at least, <a href="http://www.calculatorcat.com/cats/cat-years.phtml">which makes me about 84.</a><br /><i></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am getting a bit thinner and more fussy with my food. Chicken is my favourite. Infact I can smell it from 15yards when the fridge is open. SHE waves bits around in the air to get me back into the kitchen at night. I humour HER and saunter to my bed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am moving. It is making me very anxious. Here I have a garden, a position in society, an outlook and quality visitors. What will become of me? There in old cottage &nbsp;THEY do not even have any soil or grass for me, just a yard. I have seen the unspeakable plastic box thing they have purchased. How are the mighty to be fallen ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been <i>thinking positively and being focussed</i> as Sulina says. I am after all a Christian Cat. So &nbsp;like HER though I have been<i> much too far out all my life, </i>I am going to leave Kiaora with calm &nbsp;and count my blessings.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-waving-but-drowning/">**&nbsp;Stevie Smith</a></div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-86677892967553776322012-04-04T22:58:00.000+01:002012-04-04T22:58:12.489+01:00What I'm up to or not ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BIJ6jKERThI/T3y6anLwPZI/AAAAAAAAI5Q/byT-uzT_VnA/s1600/cat+nap+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BIJ6jKERThI/T3y6anLwPZI/AAAAAAAAI5Q/byT-uzT_VnA/s320/cat+nap+026.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I thought I would try a few new places for resting,This is a picture of me trying out Brian's Rucksack.It must be Wednesday , he always leaves it on the floor on Wednesdays. I don't know why he brings it to Homegroup. He brings his Bible in it but he is a big strong man and could easily just walk with it in his pocket.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I haven't done much Lent and Holy Week this year. I am going through a period of questioning my faith.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp;Not my Faith in God , let the reader understand . I am a well grounded feline. I know my Bible too. I have just got to Matthew 14. She and I do our reading &nbsp;together every morning. We are going through the whole Bible. We started in July, it usually takes us a whole year to get through it all.It is my 4th time. We don't read it as such , but listen to it as we have our breakfasts.It is on CD.We don't like Matthew as it is Timothy Bateson and he is not a clear reader. We like Alec McCowen best .&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">No , I am questioning my faith in the C of E .That's why I'm not doing Lent and Holy Week this year. They are man made things. She is very p..........off with the C o E too and wishes She could go to a more Christian Church, where they dont argue about fringe stuff as if it was the core stuff. I &nbsp;would not fit in at all if I were a human as I am an' it' technically. But I know all about talking Asses and people who are whitened sepulchres and would just love to know what Jesus wrote in the sand that time.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I am missing out the religious stuff and going straight to the 2 days wot matter this Friday and this Sunday , man made they might be but taking them in the right order what an excuse for a party!</div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-73794225050244623762012-02-14T19:26:00.000+00:002012-02-14T19:26:13.359+00:00Oh dear! Sorry !<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1N4ekDbho8s/Tzq07edUjbI/AAAAAAAAId8/c3HTit8Y68Q/s1600/Med+feb+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1N4ekDbho8s/Tzq07edUjbI/AAAAAAAAId8/c3HTit8Y68Q/s320/Med+feb+005.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Told u I had SAD</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">I have had SAD for the last month but I am nearly over it. The snow kept me from prowling, but I did sit , or lurk outside the back door waiting to catch the birds who were hanging around. But no birds hung around, just huge flocks of starlings sweeping in after counting 50 after the Sultanas were put out. SHE has been wasting the housekeeping again. Whats, more SHE has had to go up to Tescos most days for milk so has been tempted in to Value Sultana for the birds . Her language is a bit rough. SHE misses Mills who used to get Organic milk for her. SHE has to go to the dreaded T'S &nbsp;as Smarts and Maynards and Paper shop only sell ordinary Milk. SHE is pedantic about ORGANIC MILK. &nbsp;I wont go into it as it is boring and wildly unproven &nbsp;what SHE thinks about milk and what the hormones fed to cows does to you. Why doesn't she do without like I do.</div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-3478287882901310042012-01-13T13:51:00.000+00:002012-01-13T13:53:37.503+00:00I am trying to be positive too.........<div style="text-align: justify;">I see that SHE has been looking at the post that <span style="color: magenta; font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://fileyparish.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-to-be-positive.html">Pam Roberts has put on the Parish Blog</a>. </span>Its all very well for the church, but <i><b><span style="color: red;">what about ME I say.</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">THEY think I have no feelings, that &nbsp;no one has consulted me about the future really<b> IRKS</b> me. I have never made much of a fuss. I sit around and have to listen to THEIR choice on the radio. I have to sit around and listen to THEIR &nbsp;Talking all day long. I have to look pretty and look and purr at THEIR friends every Wednesday night, THEIR daughter and her LITTLE HIMS most weekends, and do you Know Ben they have not once consulted me about MY FUTURE as they steam on with THEIR own FUTURE PLANS.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Do THEY &nbsp;think I have no feelings? Do THEY even realise that moving away from KIAORA could be very disturbing for an old feline. Where will I catch birds, where will I look out &nbsp;from if we don't &nbsp;have a drive? How will my public get to see me sitting around and gracing this pretty garden with my elegant presence?</div><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9dIaJ_hhVM/TxA2b88Gf0I/AAAAAAAAIWA/rvjuXVNk3s4/s1600/New+Year+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9dIaJ_hhVM/TxA2b88Gf0I/AAAAAAAAIWA/rvjuXVNk3s4/s320/New+Year+044.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I have looked at Pam's Post &nbsp;myself. I am going to try and be positive too..........Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-20849992169511278642011-12-28T08:33:00.001+00:002011-12-28T09:25:41.679+00:00This is difficult<div style="text-align: justify;">I am at Cayton Carr again Ben. You know that and missed me terribly whilst you were at Kiaora . So did Win I know. She asked after me especially. You kept looking for signs of my domicile. I am sure you glanced up on the shelf at that green tray containing my brush and catnip and wondered if I was alright. Other He will have talked to HER about me I'm sure, and Win will have reiterated how gorgeous I am.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp;I have been for 10days already. Its because of Christmas and your sisters issues with being in the presence of my DNA. I am sure THEY have not forgotten me. I know that SHE will have kept a dish of some Christmas fowl in the Deep Freezer for me, a bit of Giblets and Neck neatly diced and spiced with gravy made from the boiled up carcass of the turkey. &nbsp;That will do nicely . I am looking forward to it on my return to Kiaora. &nbsp;They didnt put a silly ribbon on me here, DG.</div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-53716794568300429442011-12-05T17:31:00.001+00:002011-12-05T17:36:00.840+00:00Sitting on £6 worth of paper with sharp claws<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NaFXF_YvyHk/Ttz_2GRvDMI/AAAAAAAAHWs/aLoP69nwzcE/s1600/Samson+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NaFXF_YvyHk/Ttz_2GRvDMI/AAAAAAAAHWs/aLoP69nwzcE/s320/Samson+001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>SHE is cross again. <i>Of ALL places </i>I heard HER say. <i>Why cant he go somewhere else </i>I heard HER say. <i>Doesn't he know he's not allowed on furniture, </i>I heard HIM say.<br /><br />Now look here you two. I wanted to try it out, <i>right, </i>I was careful<i>, right, stop going on at me, right.</i>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-3685932655951026702011-11-20T15:28:00.001+00:002011-11-20T15:55:51.338+00:00You are very clever Master<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am so <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">impressed</span>. SHE is very impressed and &nbsp;your Great Grandmother is very <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">impressed</span>. SHE has been showing all your new creations &nbsp;to HER mother using her iphone . I think your &nbsp;Great Grandmother is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">impressed </span>with your Mother for being able to work an iphone out. Your Mother is very <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">impressed</span> that her Aged Parent has actually heard of EBay and Craft Central and the word &nbsp;PLUSH which is nothing at all to do with Plumbs Upholstery .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uy369A5U1Fs/TskgwhXx0fI/AAAAAAAAHS0/RgPP6LqS2u8/s1600/Plushes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uy369A5U1Fs/TskgwhXx0fI/AAAAAAAAHS0/RgPP6LqS2u8/s320/Plushes.jpg" width="320" /></a>SHE cant believe that its a year since THEY last came to see <a href="http://itsmygeneration.co.uk/products/Gift_Ideas/Handmade_Dolls"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">you</span></b></a> at Craft Central in Clerkenwell, and here you are again.I hope your show goes well . Please let me know if I can do anything to help you , from here of course. &nbsp;Send you soup or sugared almonds-you only have to ask.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SHE and HE both send their love to you and want you to know they are VERY PROUD OF YOU. &nbsp;Of course what they don't realise is that I am your Muse and best of Patrons, an Inspiration and a Mentor, but HA what do THEY know.</div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-83824634293913885292011-11-11T18:06:00.001+00:002011-11-11T18:08:57.121+00:00ChipI have just played on the floor for 5 minutes &nbsp;with what I now know was a chip. It fell from the oven and I was too quick for HER. &nbsp;It smelled ok but it was difficult to grasp, being very hot. I have eaten it now. They are very surprised and discussing it as I write this.Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-54828800747945487402011-11-07T14:36:00.001+00:002011-11-07T14:36:47.918+00:00My Christmas List Dear Master<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXV8mLer3jc/TrfqhGEKbxI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/xd6HG_sJZxE/s1600/very+end+oct+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXV8mLer3jc/TrfqhGEKbxI/AAAAAAAAHNQ/xd6HG_sJZxE/s320/very+end+oct+007.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>I get rather cold now that I am older, and so Dear Master I would like one of those BEDS that pampered Cats have.I have been managing &nbsp;with other forms of draft proofing and home build schemes but they dont seem to be really successful.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxIR0VMHk08/TrfrTiYaqBI/AAAAAAAAHNY/D_v3UOgO-xs/s1600/Nov+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxIR0VMHk08/TrfrTiYaqBI/AAAAAAAAHNY/D_v3UOgO-xs/s320/Nov+004.JPG" width="193" /></a></div>Please take pity on me.BUT I dont want any faux fur, faux animal prints or Tartan thank you very much.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yH2tfJ4nnBY/TrfsxNX7slI/AAAAAAAAHNg/GMUuUhB9B5w/s1600/twiilight-black.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yH2tfJ4nnBY/TrfsxNX7slI/AAAAAAAAHNg/GMUuUhB9B5w/s1600/twiilight-black.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one is acceptable</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br />Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-67193404151829438462011-10-28T20:22:00.001+01:002011-10-28T20:23:00.304+01:00Do get another cat<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgPvoZZswvk/TqsAvR12nPI/AAAAAAAAHIU/tioM8YQ6WpA/s1600/daydreamer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="283" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgPvoZZswvk/TqsAvR12nPI/AAAAAAAAHIU/tioM8YQ6WpA/s320/daydreamer.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://haydonhill.blogspot.com/">http://haydonhill.blogspot.com/</a></td></tr></tbody></table>I've <a href="http://bridteacher.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-daydreamer.html"><b>written </b></a>to her cyberfriend Ray oka <a href="http://haydonhill.blogspot.com/"><b>Daydreamer</b></a>, to encourage her to get another cat. After all we are worth our weight in gold aren't we.Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-22638814800872397812011-10-26T22:45:00.001+01:002011-10-26T22:45:47.710+01:00Cauliflower CheeseYes I do quite like it , I admit it. I have just been caught going through a bin bag by the back door on its way to the dustbin. It was all secure and tied up but THEY did not allow for the sharpness of my claws, my acute &nbsp;sense of smell for cheese, and my utter contempt for that cardboard they call Cat Crunch which resides in my bowl. SHE doesn't usually throw anything away, but their daughter from Scarborough, your sister Ben, brought them an ASDA curry as a thanks for having the small boys, and so the left over Cauliflower Cheese had to go.Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-730035447203361452011-10-11T19:02:00.000+01:002011-10-11T19:06:21.829+01:00#cnmac11 for cats<div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know how I will cope. Ben, your mother is leaving me again. Now you know I don't usually mind going off to Cayton Carr.This time I am a little anxious. I overheard Him saying to THEM that they would miss Wendy . Now Wendy has been my mentor at the Cattery for the last few years. She has metred out my rations, kept my apartment clean,spoken lovingly to me of home,and brushed me. So Wendy has retired. I am going to have to get to know someone new. HE says she sounded very pleasant . I say<i> Will She Like Me.</i>&nbsp;Will she realise that I am a superior Cat. Will she realise that I used to live in London ,and know a thing or three.Will she realise that I am an A list cat?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">SHE is going to<a href="http://www.christiannewmedia.com/conference.php"> #cnmac</a>11&nbsp;and HE is going as her &nbsp;chaperone. &nbsp;I hope #cnmac11 &nbsp;is something to do with Cats and the New Media. I have a Twitter Account, I follow many literate and interesting felines. I have featured in publications and monthly periodicals like the Envoy.There is nothing much left for me to learn about the New Media except maybe <i>posterous</i> or <i>css filing . </i>BUT I would like to know why SHE and HE need to go at all. I could tell them everything &nbsp;they &nbsp;need to know.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-90779351949338228362011-09-26T15:19:00.001+01:002011-09-26T15:22:06.745+01:00The Conference season<div style="text-align: justify;">Well it might be that season for speeches, although I notice that Seaside venues are no longer de rigueur by the political parties of this island nation.&nbsp;I would have thought that Filey could &nbsp;have been a really suitable venue for a gathering of the nations top political dogs, after all the top cats are here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Filey has plenty of Band B accommodation of the sort that ordinary people like-clean and good value for money, and wifi when the wind is in the right direction ,and plenty of parking for the Media. After all Filey was the place of <i>Sugartown </i>and Nick Cranes <i>Coast.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It is a good place to shop ,to buy presents for wags or habs*, of phallic rock novelties, and craft necklaces , or Chocs from our well loved shop <i>Sterchis</i> &nbsp;now in Hope Street.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Filey is also an ideal place for transport links to London or Newcastle, has a landing strip for personal jets at Grindale and a Roman jetty and plenty of places to eat before 6pm.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I of course would make a good politician. I am good to look at, have no trouble speaking my mind, am loyal and well read. Although I have not been to a Public School &nbsp;I know how to behave in Public, have good manners, and am upright and principled. I have had a small op so am in no danger of being led astray by bad company.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am not sure which Political Party is best suited to my talents to lead. I dont like red , blue or orange, green is more my colour, but as a realist I know it is apt to get lost in a garden.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">&nbsp;I will give it some thought<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FsY7_iof_i4/ToCJTBHirCI/AAAAAAAAHD4/1sUSyiJavcc/s1600/echium+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FsY7_iof_i4/ToCJTBHirCI/AAAAAAAAHD4/1sUSyiJavcc/s400/echium+011.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">*Habs- husbands and boyfriends</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-72754419560677741692011-09-09T13:39:00.000+01:002011-09-09T13:39:16.056+01:00Pretty on Pink<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJU76cD0pns/TmoI0soaQ6I/AAAAAAAAHBg/c9KbDNv0kfM/s1600/sep2+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XJU76cD0pns/TmoI0soaQ6I/AAAAAAAAHBg/c9KbDNv0kfM/s400/sep2+004.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-22248299331610033752011-08-28T09:51:00.000+01:002011-08-28T09:51:09.349+01:00My Bank Holiday , and the talk of Geriatrica<div style="text-align: justify;">Rather a daft name for a Monday off I think. I don't have to do my banking on a Monday anyway, and I certainly dont need a holiday from it. I cant reach the ATM anyway, and have to depend on the care of Significant Others for supplying my needs.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The upside of this day off with no physical &nbsp;Bank Openings is that the City of London shuts up for the weekend and so you Dear Master don't have to go to work . I am SO GLAD then that you have come to Filey so see me, spend some time with me, admiring me , talking to me, and discussing my age. &nbsp;You have worked &nbsp;out my age . I am 16 Human years Old.<br /><br />I am <i>all there and half way &nbsp;back </i>, THEY will tell you. I am still in possession of all my cat faculties, I sleep well, eat well , can get around without the use of a carry, can spot a bird at 20metres, and smell chicken scraps coming out of the fridge even when I am at the bottom of the garden. You don't need to have those indelicate talks about me.&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="background-color: #f3f3f4; border: 1px solid #000000; text-align: left; width: 160px;"><div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding: 10px;"><script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.calculatorcat.com/cs/cy/cy.js" type="text/javascript">
</script><br /><div style="color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.calculatorcat.com/cats/cat-years.phtml" style="color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10px;">cat years</a></div></div></div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-47061227795505804082011-08-19T19:40:00.001+01:002011-08-19T19:45:39.395+01:00My admirer , the Editor<div style="text-align: justify;">Now that the News of the World has gone the way of all flesh and paper, I am about to rise as New star .&nbsp;</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">SHE goes to the end of Queen Street and sits for hours at night looking out across the bay just incase SHE can see the Northern Lights or the Perseid Showers. I am not that kind of&nbsp;phenomenal New star, but more the Jedward Kind, without the silly hair of course and &nbsp;brother, BIG or otherwise. No I am hoping that my NEW ADMIRER , who has featured this blog in a monthly periodical as <b>Blog Of the Month</b>, will make me into a CELEB type star, of the A catlist sort.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I am going to have a makeover I think, have my whiskers trimmed, get brushed, and practice my Purr. I have already told HER that Catcrunch is just not good enough for my evening repast. I deserve something more gourmet. My sleeping places will have to be changed too. Its not enough to be shut in the kitchen at night and told to be a <i>good boy.&nbsp;</i></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Really I should have a Gold Lame fringe on my rug, and it should be embroidered with precious gems. Celebs in the making need a publicist too. SHE wont do , SHE is not of the world just in it. I need someone who will get me on the One Show, and Hello Magazine, now that I am in the Envoy. I bet my admirer/Editor &nbsp;sees a great rise in the Circulation as all the Filey felines make their carers read about me. Do you suppose I will be asked to carry the Olympic Torch from Filey to Reighton, I could manage that, with the help of some strategic &nbsp;harness in place. Maybe I will be asked to open the new Development next Door on the site of the Old Crown.<br /><br />Get your online Copy of the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><b><a href="https://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AWxHodnV2t1QZGZoejZ2NzJfMTM0ZDZnNDl6ZGg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;authkey=CI7c2b4I">ENVOY here</a>-</b></span>I am in the September Edition. Paper copies, OKA the real thing are in Filey Library, and St Johns , St Thomas and St Oswalds churches -BY THE DOOR and by subscription.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-17432528540216318792011-08-18T22:32:00.000+01:002011-08-18T22:32:27.900+01:00A new place to sit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUwBq4FvHIQ/Tk2E0fIQFKI/AAAAAAAAHAA/WbV1mqMDCdc/s1600/crown+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUwBq4FvHIQ/Tk2E0fIQFKI/AAAAAAAAHAA/WbV1mqMDCdc/s320/crown+008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-83156280984463786992011-08-16T15:46:00.001+01:002011-08-16T15:47:52.778+01:00Did u think I had Gone?<div style="text-align: justify;">Well I've been back at Kiaora now for 3 whole lovely days after my sojourn at Cayton Carr again. I was a pleasure for them all there &nbsp;no doubt. I came home looking very brushed and happy. I have stopped whining for food every hour on the hour as it is just not working now I am back with HER (who thinks she should be obeyed).&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That <i>ginger and white excuse for a cat</i> has been trying to poach and encroach whilst I have been away. I know that, as the area around the back door and MY cat flap smells of that expensive <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">Industrial Super Strength stain&nbsp; and odour remover.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"><br /></span></div>Yesterday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">&nbsp;</span>we had a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">DRAMA </span>here.<br />HE caught a stray mammal and put it in my Cat Box. SHE thought it was a baby mink, but the lovely &nbsp;pink vet said it was a Ferret. Really SHE should have known that , growing up in the wilds of East Yorkshire. The Drama is over now -so if its yours you know where to go for it.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCbaPEu_IZw/TkqCXSf9hqI/AAAAAAAAG_M/0tbg2iO4CUk/s1600/ferret+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCbaPEu_IZw/TkqCXSf9hqI/AAAAAAAAG_M/0tbg2iO4CUk/s320/ferret+001.JPG" width="112" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tD3yTDgBYGk/TkqCe1OHc6I/AAAAAAAAG_Q/vcmeD57HM-w/s1600/ferret+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tD3yTDgBYGk/TkqCe1OHc6I/AAAAAAAAG_Q/vcmeD57HM-w/s320/ferret+002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1097801123995987940.post-61503794164090204382011-07-31T20:59:00.000+01:002011-07-31T20:59:40.628+01:00I am going to be famous...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHmvKd4HHQ0/TjWz36KE2yI/AAAAAAAAG8U/VIB8Ln2Ra90/s1600/m+sunDay+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHmvKd4HHQ0/TjWz36KE2yI/AAAAAAAAG8U/VIB8Ln2Ra90/s320/m+sunDay+001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>An editor of a famous magazine is interested in me. Its is about time my career took off. I am an elderly cat now and I know my <i>late flowering </i>has not been unexpected in some quarters south of the Thames , but nevertheless now that I am being blogrolled and appreciated , talked about and discussed I am content.Margaret Mary Rowlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04468989976417886843noreply@blogger.com0